I AM SO DUMB.
I found these four words scribbled across the top of my daughter’s schoolwork. She’d written them in a moment of insecurity and anger, believing she truly was dumb.
The enemy attacked us today. What looked like a normal day of school at home became a breeding ground for lies to slip through the front door, multiply around us, and spread doubt and discouragement.
He sought my daughter and made her his victim.
Pencil in hand, she chewed her bottom lip, carefully penning words to paper. Thoughtfully, she created a rough draft of a poem. When she carried it to me, I praised her. This subject is her least favorite and her lack of confidence gave the enemy a foothold in her life.
Somehow, between the short walk from kitchen island where I stood and her seat at the dining room table, self-doubt erased any remembrance of praise and encouragement. She slipped into her seat, let her head fall in her arms, and sobbed.
I AM SO DUMB.
I called her name, lifted her chin, and looked into her eyes. “Never, ever believe you are dumb. That is a lie from the pits of hell. You ARE smart. You ARE valuable. Precious. Chosen. You ARE created in God’s image.”
I made her repeat after me.
I am created in God’s image. I am NOT dumb and I will not believe that lie. I AM intelligent.
Again and again.
We bowed our heads and prayed together. Slowly the tears dried, a smile slipped back into place, and a new confidence settled across her shoulders. She sat up straight, leaned forward and finished her work.
I AM SO DUMB.
Friends, this is not an isolated incident. Girls the same age as my daughter across the world are at the age when the enemy attacks so severely at their image, their intelligence, their personality. Anything that makes them unique becomes a red hot target for Satan. He wants our daughters.
He can’t have them.
Fight for your girl.
We must fall on our knees, hurling spiritual darts at the enemy where it hurts, calling on the power God had given in [H]is children, the Holy Spirit. This is a spiritual battle and it isn’t over.
My daughter is worth it and so is yours.
Father, thank you for the precious gift of a daughter. As she continues to grow in age, may she grow in truth and wisdom. May she constantly be reminded she is created in your image and she’s amazing. She’s a diamond in the rough being daily transformed into the woman you’ve called her to be. May I be the mother she needs, speaking life into her and pointing her to you always. Lord, let us not be swayed by doubt and insecurity but be filled with your spirit and fulfill our purpose. Help us trust you in all things. In Jesus’ name, amen.
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